We met at Rosebud (i know, what a grody name) 'cause they've got quite an impressive buffet of free apps, and you can sit "al fresco" in this buildings atrium and get yer buzz on. Right by us was this giant sculpture that most people thought looked like a giant thumb, but i imagined was a pupa or some sort.

I had compiled a crew to attend the opening night of the undergraduate show at the 'Tute. Once we all headed over to State Street, we saw that the line was literally around the block.

Most of us said, Fuck that, but Duke and Julie decided to wait in line.

While they sped through the art, and pretended to take pictures of each other when they were really taking pictures of freaky witchy women with crutches who totally catch them in the act...

...the rest of us headed to my office. I work in a loft in Printer's Row and it is pretty rad, if i do say so myself. There's a liquor store right below us, so we popped in there for supplies, and i put on a Ting Tings station on Pandora and we hung out in the kitchen.

Of course i had to give a tour of the office, and the strangest part is that the master bathroom is now our storage space. Which is why there's a bathtub in the middle of the room, and why there's a filing cabinet next to a toilet.

I don't usually feel silly doing silly things, but i obviously did this night.

That's Duke doing a fake puke.

Sometimes we sit on these balls to strengthen our stomaches. We almost break even from all the coffeecakes and Krispy Kremes and other fatty goodies people always bring in.

"Delete that photo," Duke insists.

"No way! Are you crazy? That's a classic!" i yell.

"No. Delete it. It's totes a blackmail shot! You know you're gonna post it front and center or something on your blog."

"Well, duh."

Here ya go!

And to cleanse your palates, i leave you with the Julie Bathtub Series: